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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You left your keys on the tray
By the bowl of bruised lemons
I held them like a clue
Like they might spell out your name
Time kept folding its sleeves
While I stared at the doorway
Distance made a house out of me
And kept your side empty
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep the lock in my palm
I keep the scar on my tongue
Every minute says move on
But I don't know how to run
[Chorus]
Keys, keys, in my hand
Time slips through, I can't stand
Lost, lost, by the door
I keep coming back for more
Lemons on the sink
You and me don't even blink
Keys, keys, in my hand
Don't let go, don't let go again
[Verse 2]
Now the clock in the hall
Sounds like shoes in the hallway
I count the cracks in the paint
Like a map to where you went
The kitchen gets too quiet
When the kettle starts its crying
I slice one lemon in half
Just to taste what broke between us
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep the lock in my palm
I keep the scar on my tongue
Every minute says move on
But I don't know how to run
[Chorus]
Keys, keys, in my hand
Time slips through, I can't stand
Lost, lost, by the door
I keep coming back for more
Lemons on the sink
You and me don't even blink
Keys, keys, in my hand
Don't let go, don't let go again
[Bridge]
If you call, I might answer
If you don't, I still hear it
All that distance in the room
Makes a ghost out of your jacket
I was never good at leaving
You were always gone by dawn
Now the lock learns my fingerprints
Like I belonged here all along
[Final Chorus]
Keys, keys, in my hand
Time slips through, I can't stand
Lost, lost, by the door
I keep coming back for more
Lemons on the sink
You and me don't even blink
Keys, keys, in my hand
Don't let go, don't let go again
Details
GeneratedJun 20, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Electro swing-pop with emo edges, 118 BPM, swung kick-snare and clipped upright bass riff under glittery brass stabs; verse rides sparse piano, brushed hats, and a walking sub pulse; pre-chorus lifts with handclaps, filter sweeps, and stacked breathy harmonies; chorus hits with big octave synths, horn punches, and a bouncy four-on-the-floor. Lead vocal is intimate and cracked in verses, doubled and pushed hard on hooks, with ad-lib echoes and gang shouts. Vinyl crackle, reversed cymbal swells, and a cheeky trumpet pickup between phrases; bright, punchy, slightly dusty mix., electro swing, emo, pop
Credits
Prompt byDerkatronPrime
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Time, distance, keys, lost, lemons, pop, emo, electro swing
